The fist time I was ever on an airplane was when I was 9 years old. I was in third grade, and my parents took me and my younger brother to Disney World. I’m pretty sure we flew on TWA, and although you could not longer smoke on airplanes, I distinctly remember the armrest in my seat having an ashtray in it.
I don’t remember much from the trip, to be honest. Space Mountain, breakfast with Aladdin (where my brother cried and hid from Jafar the entire time) watching the laser light show while sitting on top of a garbage can in the pouring rain while wearing a Mickey Mouse poncho, and watching some weird 3D movie where they were throwing pies into the audience on the screen, but it looked like they were coming directly at your face. Cool stuff for 1995.
But then I returned to the monotony of 3rd grade life. Addition. Subtraction. Multiplication. No division. That wasn’t until 4th grade. But getting on an airplane changed me indefinitely. I got the sense that there was this great big world out there, just waiting to be explored, and I wanted to take as much of it in as possible.
I returned to the Happiest Place on Earth in 6th grade, not with my family, but with one of my best friends. We explored the Magic Kingdom, Universal Studios, MGM and Epcot, and I learned the trials of traveling with another person for an extended period of time. For being only 12 years old, the trip sure didn’t entail much adult supervision!
The next time I flew I was in 8th grade. Spring of 2000. My 8th grade class took a trip to Washington D.C. and while we weren’t old enough to appreciate the history of our great nation, the bonding that took place over that trip was incredible.
This was the last year that flying was a smooth simple process. The next year, September 11th changed everything. And while the travel industry changed immensely after that tragedy, my love for travel remained unscathed.
Now I’m 31. I’ve been to 39 states, 8 different countries, and I have no intention of slowing down. I’ve flown a few hundred thousand miles, and I’ve driven another few hundred thousand miles… But outside of a random SnapChat, IG post or occasional blip on Facebook, I’ve done a terrible job at documenting my trips, travels, and journeys. That’s why I started this blog. To reminisce on old times, and to record new adventures, so hopefully, someday when I’m old and grey, I can look back in awe at how much of this beautiful earth I really got to see.
Cheers to more travel!